The Legendary Man

Jonathan was the numero uno among the Divine Realm cultivators.

With Seboxia currently in him, not even the underground cell could completely contain Jonathan’s power.

As for Kathleen, the alliance of the Leesons, the Mallorys, and the Hendersons behind Kathleen was only the result of the fight between the eight respectable families.

Perhaps this alliance was crucial in the outside world, but it was as helpful as a matchstick in a fire in the small world.

The alliance between cultivators had always been about the benefits they could reap. Stellario would be a fool if he were to go to Kathleen.

The fireworks above them soon disappeared.

Jonathan was sure that Hayden was doing his best to get to him as well.

In the next moment, the three started making their swift way along the ridge to the spot up ahead on their right.

“Jon, aren’t we getting too full of ourselves by running along the ridge without care?” Stellario asked as he gestured a spell to channel the spiritual energy inside him. In no time, he had covered himself with various spiritual parasites.

If anyone were to attack him from the side, Stellario would definitely be capable of summoning a large number of parasites.

“This is the fastest way there,” Jonathan flatly replied as he kept his gaze fixed on the path before them.

Despite the tranquility of his expression, Jonathan was feeling grim.

As per the rules introduced by the man earlier, in previous competitions, only the final one hundred cultivators in the arena would be chosen to serve as envoys of Yannopolis.

The competition was the same as battle royale games in the outside world.

The rate of elimination was high, and even if the survivors did not amount to up to a hundred, there would be no major issues.

villages would be bestowed with cultivation

there would at least be three thousand cultivators who would ultimately end

than three thousand cultivators

the arena from Ascension Peak, one would be awed by the massive size of it. The distance to the massive black walls encircling the arena stretched for dozens of miles. In fact, if one were to imagine the arena as a perfect

but there were thousands of God Realm

dozens of meters away from their original spot. In other words, it was

locations had been

to hide themselves, they would

concealing their aura, they would surely

Jonathan saw no point in

they would be able to defeat them quickly. Avoiding

was mostly on Merilyn, who was beside

the

as he could tell from when she tried to assassinate the two. If they were to

unique skills happened to be the

moment, Jonathan realized that he might have underestimated

Boisvista, Stellario had been so quick that even Jonathan’s green wolf could not catch up

his pace to match Jonathan’s as he ran alongside the

to channel his life force, he was already at his

and blood would suffer immense strain. He

unfazed. Throughout their entire run, her posture remained unchanged, and her expression

matter of fact, if Jonathan were to pay attention to her breathing, he would realize that her breathing was

that observance, Jonathan found the corners of his lips

of them are accommodating me now.

as that thought crossed Jonathan’s mind, a golden ripple materialized before him—a clear indication of the bronze handbell fulfilling its role in

“Someone’s attacking us!”